He rakes a hand through his hair. “Very well. Let’s go.”
I stand stupidly in place, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Just like that?”
“I’m not wasting my time if you’re not going to take this seriously.”
“It’s not like we’re going to war. It’s just shopping.”
“I think you’re the only woman who’s ever said that,” he mutters.
He turns and leaves, abandoning the personal shopper with arms full of sparkling dresses behind us. I follow him out of the store with a smile on my face. I notice he exchanges a few words with the manager before we leave, but I figure he’s just apologizing for my complete lack of interest in the whole experience.
“So,” I say once I’m buckled into the passenger seat, “back to the prison?
He shakes his head. “We’re having dinner first.”
“Dinner? Just the two
